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Monday, August 24, 2015

The lovely Nicola Cameron is here today. I'm anxious to hear all about her new release, Deep Water, so without further ado, here's Nicola...

Thanks so much
for having me on your blog. Deep Water
is the third book in my Olympic Cove series, and it’s where things start
getting really interesting (read: complicated, dangerous, and just plain weird)
for the residents of Olympic Cove. This book stars Poseidon, his estranged
consort Amphitrite, and a dying British marine biologist named Griffin Moore
who turns out to be the reincarnation of Medusa, the beautiful handmaiden of
Athena who was seduced by Poseidon in Athena’s own temple and turned into the
hideous Gorgon as punishment.

Or was she? As a
long time fan of Greek mythology I never cared for the gods’ tendency to
“seduce” anyone they liked, strolling off afterwards with no consequences.
Medusa isn’t just a vain handmaiden in this version of the story, and while
there is one very uncomfortable scene I think it gives her much more agency
over her own life.

BLURB:

Poseidon,
God of the Sea, has spent millennia alone due to a single terrible act. His
consort Amphitrite has sworn never to forgive him, and he’s forced to live with
the knowledge that he drove an innocent girl to her doom.

But when
one of the Olympic Cove cottages gets an occupant with an all-too-familiar
soul, Poseidon discovers that the Fates have given him a second chance. Now he
must try to right the wrongs of the past and win back both his beloved consort
and the mate he betrayed.

Feeling like he
was in another one of his dreams, Griffin let himself be eased onto the beach blanket.
He stretched out, wiggling a bit to get comfortable as Dunn followed him and
did the same. Overhead, the Floridian night was heavily spangled with stars.

“This is nice. Should’ve
done this the first night I got here.” He glanced at Dunn. The man was a
shadowy form stretched out at length, hands clasped placidly on his middle.
“Comfortable?”

“Very,” Dunn said, staring up at the stars.
“You’re right. This is quite lovely.”

“Yeah.” Griffin
swallowed. He had no idea what to do next.

Except to be honest.
“Dunn, I need to say something.”

“Mm?”

“I hope this
doesn’t offend you because I really don’t want to do that, and to be honest I
don’t know why I feel this way but…” He swallowed, hearing his throat click. “I
really want to kiss you right now. If you don’t want to, it’s fine, I
understand, but I thought I’d ask.”

“Ah.” Dunn’s head
turned towards him. “Well, then, if we’re being honest, I’d like to kiss you as
well.”

Something
electric shot through Griffin, swamping the fear. “Oh. I didn’t … I mean, I thought—”

“That I prefer
women? I do, as I suspect you do. But I’ve been known to make exceptions.” The
other man chuckled softly. “I believe the term is heteroflexible.”

My God, has he done this before?That’s not bad, though. At least one of us
knows what he’s doing. “Okay, good. Um…”

“Shall I come
over there?”

“Please.”

Griffin rolled
onto his side and Dunn mirrored him. A hand came up and cupped his cheek, warm
against the soft coolness of the evening breeze.

He closed his
eyes as Dunn leaned forward. Lips brushed against his, delicately intent. His
lips tingled under the soft pressure, and he could feel the prickle of Dunn’s
mustache and beard, something he’d never felt before, at least not during a
kiss.

It was weird and
slightly scary. It was also fucking terrific. “Do that again,” he whispered
when Dunn pulled back.

“Eagerness. I
like that in a man.”

They kissed again,
and Griffin let his lips open. The tip of Dunn’s tongue traced along them with
that same delicacy. The sensation sizzled across his nerve endings, poking his
dormant libido right where it counted.

Dunn pulled back
a bit. “If you want to stop at any time, say so,” he said, his voice rough.

“Right, got it.
Now kiss me again.”

He did, tongue
slipping into Griffin’s mouth with deft skill. Griffin gave himself over to it,
enjoying the sensation. It was similar to kissing a woman but with a different
undertone to it, hungrier somehow. He felt like he didn’t have to hold back,
that anything he threw at Dunn the other man could take.

And then Dunn’s
tongue licked along the roof of his mouth, sending sparks of desire shooting
through him. He couldn’t help moaning in unabashed pleasure.

Dunn took that as
a signal to roll closer, fitting himself along Griffin’s body. It was like the
kiss, scary and exciting at the same time. Dunn slid an arm around him, a hand
coming to rest in the small of his back as his mouth continued to duel sweetly
with Griffin’s.

After a bit
Griffin felt something poking him in the thigh. It dawned on him what was happening.
He broke the kiss with a gasp, sucking in air. “Fuck. You’re hard.”

He wasn’t sure,
but he could have sworn he saw Dunn smile. “All right.”

BIO

Nicola Cameron is an
expatriate Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland, and Sweden, and
keeps a confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a result. Currently
located in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered the proper use of
"y'all," much to her Chicago family's dismay.

Despite a healthy interest in
sex since puberty, it wasn't until 2012 that Nicola decided to try writing
about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up during her SF writing
career transferred rather nicely to erotic romance. When not writing, she
wrangles cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious and questionable
identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major
telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s
just plain torture...).